24 photos; 3:12 video
Model: Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/24/2017
25 photos
I love it when my lil buddy Kirk comes to visit.
His family won't let him do shit at his house. He's only 18 so he's not allowed to drink or smoke at his folks place, he can't play his music loud or
have any fun basically, so he loves coming over to my place where he can have all the fun he wants!
I'm three years older and have my own place. We get XXXX and just chill together normally, but occasionally Kirk and I play a special game.
He's still in school and is often broke with no money so I set him challenges with petty cash rewards.
These challenges usually consist of me tying Kirk up as best as I can and him trying to get himself free. Unknown to him is the fact that I am a big time bondage enthusiast and have had lots of practice roping buddies.
The first time we played the game I went easy on the dude so he could get free, earn himself $20 and would want to play the game again.
It was becoming quite a popular pastime between the two of us, when ever Kirk needed some money he'd come for a bondage session with me, oops, I mean come and take my challenge!
Todays session was proving to be our longest yet because I had roped my buddy in inescapable knots this time.
He'd been a bad boy you see. The last time he came over he'd stolen more money from me after getting his cash reward.
Kirk didn't think I'd noticed or realized because I hadn't mentioned it, but he was gonna find out soon .......after a LONG time tied tight and sweating!
I always gagged Kirk, the gag is my favorite part and I always take care of Kirks' mouth first, before tying him.
Previously it had always been with a bandanna which muffles his voice, but still allows like broken speech. This time I'd gagged him properly, tightly sealing duct tape over his mouth and wrapping it round his head a couple of times, now the only sound he could make was "Mmmmmmmmm!"
His hands were bound securely with rope behind his back and I used a long length to secure his elbows together too.
He sat upright and put his knees together for me to bind them, then his ankles, as he always did, only this time I was doing a better job.
Once I was done I sat down and took in the sight then announced, "ok, get free!"
He rolled around on my sofa for AWHILE! I sat opposite, watching him from my arm chair, my woody felt good in my pants. He struggled beautifully, making Mmmmm sounds into the gag, but he couldn't wrangle out of the rope and couldn't find the knots.
It looked as if he wanted to give up, but he couldn't tell me because of the gag, so I pretended not to notice and continued teasing him with comments like, "you ain't goin' anywhere, man" and "you'll never get out of these knots, dude". I wasn't ready to let him lose the challenge yet and untie him.
I sparked open a beer and lit a cigarette, this got Kirk more agitated and he rose to his feet, apparently trying to get a beer!! It was all he could do not to fall to the floor!!!
Before he could topple he lowered himself to his knees right in front of me, looking up at me, pleading with me with his eyes for me to ungag him and share my supplies.
"You realize you ain't getting paid for this challenge, don't you Kirk?" After an hour of bondage I finally let him know.
"You took the reward for this game when you here last week."
"MMMMMMMMM?" He was pretending to be innocent.
"I know it was you. Don't worry, I'll just have to be more wary of you from now on and you'll have to do some challenges for free until we're quits!"
"MMMMMMMMMMM!"
Kirk didn't get free that time, he rolled around on the floor and the sofa and lay defeated at times, breathing heavily through his nose. Finally after nearly three hours I asked if he wanted to give up and get untied.
"MMMMMMM" he nodded.
I untied his feet & legs, but left his upper body tied and mouth tape gagged.
"You been a bad boy. Hope I can trust you from now on", I said and sat back down in my chair. I put the TV on and sparked open another beer.
Kirk sat up, crossed his legs and started watching TV too, he was taking his punishment like a grown up.
I was proud of him. My dick was very fond of him too!
Woah man, I thought. Now I can tie him up for free!
FIN
Kirk played by Jason
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/05/2002
32 photos; 1:59 video
Cont'd from part 1
"MMMMNOOOOOO! GRRRMMMMPHHHYESH!!"
Chad gurgled into his gag as Joe continued to work him over. The man was a fiend. His hands and his mouth seemed to be everywhere, teasing Chad, driving him crazy. Half a dozen times Chad had been on the brink, ready to shoot, and then Joe had stopped. This torture seemed to have been going on for hours. Chad was soaked with sweat, and desperate. Oh my, that felt good. Umm, yes.
"MMMDONMMTSHTOP, MMMPLLEEEZMDONMSHTOP."
Chad let out a muffled scream. Oh thank God, finally! He bucked and moaned, and then lay on the bed, spent and exhausted. Mmmm, that felt great.
"How was that, jock boy? You seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. More than I expected you to. We’ll have to see how much you like the next few sessions.
"GGMWHAT? MMNEXT? GOOMEAN?"
"Hey, you don’t think that what we just did paid off all of your debt. No way. You owe me for a few papers, Chad. The way I see it, I should be getting a lot more time out of you. But we’ll come to that. I’ve worked up quite a thirst with all of that work. I’m off to the pub for a couple of beers. It’s too bad that you can’t come with me, but you’re all tied up. You be a good boy while I’m away. If you’re not…..you’ll regret it."
"MMMNNOOOO! GGGMDONTMMLEAVEMMMEEEEE!!!"
Chad heard the door shut. Joe couldn’t be serious, could he? He couldn’t expect more from Chad tonight. Chad was exhausted, and felt completely drained. He knew he couldn’t stand another intense session like the one he had just been through. Besides, he was hungry and thirsty. How could Joe be so cruel, leaving him here, all tied up and gagged, while he went and had a nice cold beer? Mmmm, a beer. If there was one good thing about Canada, it was the beer. This wasn’t fair. Chad knew that he had to get loose. He didn’t think that he could stand Joe working him over again, and now he really wanted a beer. His mouth was getting dry, as he chewed on the bandanna that was stuffed into it. Grrr, he was going to get out of here, and have a nice juicy burger and a couple of cold beers.
Chad starting trying to get free. Damn, Joe had really tied these ropes tightly. Chad tossed and turned, wriggling and struggling on the bed. He could hear people passing in the hall outside of Joe’s dorm, and he tried calling out for help, but no one could hear him. They all seemed to be laughing and talking, on their way to dinner. Chad wondered why they couldn’t hear his stomach rumbling, even if they couldn’t hear his gagged cries for help. He was starving!
Chad heard the door open. "MMMJOELEMMGGGOOO". There was silence. What was going on here? "GMMJOE?"
"MMMGGOOOHHNNOO!!!GGGGMMMSHTOP!
Chad went into spasms as his feet were tickled. He could hear Joe laughing his guts out. The evil bastard!
"Were you scared, jock stud? Did you think someone else had come in here, and was going to have their way with you? Don’t worry, I’m going to keep you all to myself. I’m selfish, and I sure don’t want to share my American jock boy with anyone else. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight."
Chad felt the bed sink to one side as Joe sat down next to him. Chad blinked as his blindfold was pulled up. Hey, what was Joe doing? Chomping away on some yummy looking snacks while Chad was lying there helpless, practically expiring from starvation. Chad tried out his starving puppy dog look. Joe just laughed, while he continued to stuff the tasty crackers into his mouth.
"No, no, I told you I’m selfish, Chad. I need this food to keep up my strength. If I gave you a snack, there might not be enough left over for me, and then where would we be?"
"GWWAGGHHH!!!MMMOHHHNOOO!" Oh no, he was starting all over again. Joe had replaced the blindfold and renewed his assault upon Chad’s hunky body. Chad felt his treasonous love stick come to life once again as Joe did various unusual things to him. Oh, he was sore from the first round. How could he survive a second time?"
"Hmm, you’re looking a bit chafed and red down there, body. I’ve got use the thing for you."
"MMMMOHMMMOHMY." Whatever Joe was using down there felt great. Chad starting pumping his hips. His cock was hard and dripping once more. Joe had spread something on it that felt fantastic – tingling and cool and soothing. Mmmm,yes, perhaps he was ready for a second round.
"Not so fast, stud. I’m getting all hot and sweaty here. I think it’s time for me to have a nice hot shower. Just let me get you fixed up so you don’t get any ideas about wandering off. "
"MMOUCH!" Chad yelped into his gag as Joe pulled his feet up towards his ass. OH NO! The dreaded hog-tie! He whimpered in despair. He didn’t want to be left alone again, especially since Joe had got him all hot and horny once more. And his stomach was rumbling again. There was no way that he could get free now, and get his hands on that box of crackers. It was all so frustrating.
"Don’t you fret, Chad. I’ll be back soon enough, and then we can have all sorts of fun. You’re going to be my snuggle bunny tonight, keeping me nice and warm. Won’t that be fun? And when I wake up in the middle of the night…well, I suppose I’ll have to wake you up, too. And don’t worry, you’ll get a nice midnight snack, though it may not be exactly what you were expecting. Sit tight, I’ll be back in a flash."
THE END
Chad played by Mike
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2006
16 photos; 6:13 video
Remy finds a new friend
Meet Beau
Model: Beau
Bad Guy : Remy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/22/2017
30 photos
"MMMOHHHHl"
Mike tried to focus his eyes, blearily staring around him. What the hell had happened to him? He had had a great game, driving in five runs including a grand slam against that snivelling idiot Hudson. He had been putting his gear in the trunk of his car, getting ready to join the guys for a few celebratory brews at Hannigan’s, when BAM, something had hit him in the back of the head. He had been conscious of falling forward, and then everything had turned black. Now as he drifted back to consciousness, with his pounding as if it were going to explode, he tried to take in his surroundings. This sure as hell wasn’t Hannigan’s. He had never seen this place before. Mike tried to rub the back of his head, where the waves of pain seemed to be originating, but to his dismay he realized that he couldn’t move his hands. Oh crap, he thought, his mind still a trifle disoriented from the blow to his head, I’m XXXX – can’t move. What happened, what happened? Mike moaned again, and gingerly shook his head. It hurt like the dickens, but the movement helped to dispel the cobwebs in his mind. He wasn’t XXXX – he was tied up and gagged! Were the guys playing some stupid trick on him? If so, they were going to regret it.
"Well well, it seems like XXXX Beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. How do you feel, big boy? Humiliated? You haven’t seen anything yet, you arrogant bastard."
Oh double crap. Mike stared at the figure in front of him. Barry Hudson! The weird pitcher from the Double Eagles. Mike had heard stories about this guy, how he threw tantrums at the slightest provocation. The guy had been thrown out of more than a few games because of the threats that he had made against the umps, members from the opposing team, members of his own team, spectators…the list went on and on. Now he was standing in front of Mike, his piggy little eyes flashing, spittle hanging from his lips as he harangued the hapless first baseman.
"You think you’re such a fucking hot shot, don’t you? Hitting all of those pitches – making me look like a fool. Getting me tossed in the 3rd inning. I’ve got new for you buddy. I’m going to fix you and fix you good."
Mike felt a frisson of fear spread through his muscular and helpless body as he listened to Hudson rant and rave. The pitcher was obviously a certifiable loony, and the fact that he was sucking down beer at an alarming rate didn’t make the situation any better. Being in the clutches of a XXXX lunatic wasn’t Mike’s idea of having a good time. When Hudson staggered off to get yet another beer, Mike decided that it might be a good idea to get out of this place, and the sooner he did so, the better. He grunted and heaved as he dragged his bound body into an upright position. Damn, these ropes were tight, and the gag was even worse. Hudson had stuffed some kind of disgustingly foul tasting rag into Mike’s mouth, and then covered it with another strip of cloth. It would be a great relief to get rid of the gag and the ropes, but first he had to get out of here. He took a tentative hop, and was relieved to find that he was still standing up. This wouldn’t be too hard he thought, as he began taking little bunny hops towards the door. He would be out of here in no…OMMMMPHHH!
Mike lay on the floor, gasping for breath, the wind XXXX from his body by Hudson’s tackle. The piggy-eyed pitcher had him pinned to the floor, breathing beer fumes. Mike wriggled under him, uncomfortably aware of Hudson’s heavy body covering his. Hmm, what was that he felt against this ass? Was Hudson carrying a flashlight in his pocket?
"No way, buddy. You’re not going anywhere, not until I’m finished with you. But I gotta make sure you don’t go wondering any more. I can’t have you see what’s going on, can I?"
Mike found these words to be a trifle ominous, rendered more ominous when Hudson wrapped a strip of white cloth around his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. What things didn’t Hudson want him to see?
"You’ve got a nice firm ass, Johnston, just the way I like them. But let me see what else you’ve got on under that tatty old uniform.
"GGGWWMAH! ARRGGHHH! GMMURMMPHHANDSMMAWAY!"
Mike protested through his stuffed mouth as he felt the pitcher’s big rough hands roam over his smooth chest and chest and stomach, tweaking his nipples. He gave a squawk of surprise as something hot and wet engulfed first one nipple, and then the other. Oh, what was that wet thing running down his stomach, digging around in his navel. Oh OH MY!
"Come on, let me see some more of you, stud. Let’s get the rest of this shit off of you."
Mike was dragged upright and had his shirt pulled out of his pants, and then he was thrown onto his back. Hudson started fumbling with the buckle of Mike’s belt. Oh no, not that! He wasn’t going to, he wouldn’t dare….
"GGGMNOOOO! GUSHTOPPMTHATMRIGHTMNOW!"
"Mmmm, nice, really nice. Too bad you have to cover up those legs when you play, asshole. And that butt looks as good as it felt. Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to have a good old time tonight."
Mike sobbed into his gag as Hudson dragged his pants down to his knees and then began manhandling Mike’s unprotected ass. Ohhh, what was he doing now. OH MY GOD! What was he doing? Mike began squirming as Hudson’s tongue began exploring very private places on Mike’s body, places where no tongue had gone before. The studly first baseman could only moan and struggle impotently as his body was invaded. At this point Mike was wishing that he was impotent as his jockstrap suddenly became uncomfortably tight. He wailed into his gag as the jockstrap was pulled down. Oh Christ, he thought. Holy rummoli! Oh my, that felt good. Who would have thought that Hudson could be so talented? He was a lousy pitcher, but he was definitely extremely good at what he was doing now. Mike huffed and puffed as he was getting blown down.
"UNNNHHHHHUNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Huh, so you just scored another grand slam, did you? You are an eager beaver, aren’t you? Too bad I’m not in so much of a hurry myself. Now, lets get those pants off, all the way."
Mike didn’t put up any resistance as his ankles were unbound and his pants torn off. He was totally XXXX and for some odd reason was feeling completely drained of energy. Perhaps it wasn’t so odd considering what had just happened to him. He didn’t put up any resistance as Hudson flipped him onto his stomach and hog-tied. Mmmm, he could go to XXXX right now, even though he was all tied up and gagged. Yes, he was feeling sooooo relaxed. He couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag at the moment.
"Mmmmm, I’m really glad that I pitched that ball at the back of your head. Too bad that my aim wasn’t so good in the ballpark. But don’t worry, asshole. We’re going to spend a lot of time together tonight, lots of time. I’ll let you make reparation for making look like such a goofball on the field."
"GMMMMPHH. MMWHATEVERMMUMMSAY" Mike mumbled as Hudson’s hands starting working on him again. Mike started wondering how badly he could piss Hudson off the next time they played together.
THE END
Mike played by Lyle
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/10/2004
30 photos
"Chad, a deal is a deal. I told you, after the last time, no credit! You pay me everything you owe me right now, or do what we agreed upon earlier, and you get the term paper I wrote for you. If you don’t pay up, no paper, and you know what that will do to your GPA. What’s it going to be?"
Chad sat dejectedly on the side of his bed. Gee, he wished that he were back home in Ohio. School up here in Canada really sucked. The professors actually expected him, Chad Tuft, to do some work! It was so unfair! Back in Ohio, he had been a big football star, and he had just coasted along, doing the minimum amount of schoolwork to get by. But things were a lot different up here. No one looked up to him here. If only he could have stayed back home. But due to an unfortunate incident last Christmas, Chad been XXXX to change schools. Political enemies of his father had somehow got hold of a tape showing Chad in a very embarrassing position. The last few months of school had been torture; Chad had been aware of the whispers and giggles wherever he went. So here he was, in the Great White North, floundering. He had been paying Joe to write his papers for him, but he had run out of cash some time back and didn’t dare ask his father for more money. Now he owed Joe a bundle. If he didn’t get that paper he was screwed.
"OK, OK, I’ll do it!"
Reluctantly, Chad began to shed his clothing. He pulled off his sweatshirt and undershirt and dropped them to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He slowly unbuckled his belt, and then he undid his jeans and pulled them off. He stood in the middle of the room, wearing only his blue boxers. He shivered as he stood there. Damn, why couldn’t they turn the heating up? Here it was, not even Halloween, and he was freezing.
"There, are you happy now, Joe. Is this what you wanted to see?"
Joe laughed. "You’re quite the comedian, aren’t you Chad? I told you before, I want ALL of it off." There was hard note in Joe’s voice that Chad had never heard before. He pulled off his boxers and spread his hands. "Tada! There, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?"
"That’s very nice, Chad, very nice. But that’s not quite all that I want. Did I tell you that I’ve got a friend doing graduate work in Columbus? A friend who shares certain…tastes with me. He told me a very interesting story about you Chad. A story involving a video tape of you."
Joe smiled at Chad as he opened up his briefcase and pulled out a length of white rope. Despite the chilliness of the room, Chad started to sweat. So, the story had followed him up here. Shit! At the same time, he felt a certain frisson of excitement.. It wasn’t the kind of thing that Chad Tuft, football star, was supposed to like. Chad from the illustrious family, with girls hanging all over him. He looked at the rope in Joe’s hands and slowly put his hands behind his back. He shuddered as he felt the ropes going around his wrists, being pulled tight. He let Joe push him down, until he was sitting on the side of the bed. He remained silent as Joe bound his knees and his ankles together.
"Hmm, doesn’t the big straight jock look funny, all tied up like that. What are you going to do now, jock boy? " Joe held a bandanna in his hand, letting it float in the air in front of Chad’s face. Chad felt a sudden rush of blood as he saw that. So Joe thought that he could bind and gag Chad Tuft, football hero and former BMOC on campus without any kind of struggle. Chad decided that he would make some fuss. He wanted to see how Joe would handle that.
"You fucking pervert, what do you think you’re doing? You can’t do this to me! My father’s an important man. If you think that you can MMMPHHHHHHH!"
Joe shoved the knotted bandanna into Chad’s mouth. Chad began struggling, trying to spit out the cloth. He tried to knee Joe in the balls.
"Oh, you want to play rough, do you? That’s fine with me, Chad." Joe pinched Chad’s nostrils shut. Chad thrashed on the bed, trying to get free, but Joe kept his fingers in place. Eventually, starved for air, Chad was XXXX to open his mouth. Without hesitation, Joe stuffed the bandanna into Chad’s mouth, and pulling the cloth taut, he tied it in place.
"GGGODDMMMEDFFFKCINGFFFAGGGTTT! MMWHATMTHINKMURDOING?"
"You’re making too much noise, American jock stud boy. I don’t like that. Someone might come in and find us like this. You don’t want more scandal, do you? What am I going to do with you? You know, I think I have something here in my briefcase that will do the trick"
"MMMNNOO. GGGMUCNTDOMMTHISMMEE!"
"Mmm, I think that I can do whatever I want to, Chad. I’m not the one who is tied up and gagged and helpless. And believe me, you are helpless. I don’t spend all my time studying and writing papers for other people. I do believe in a certain level of extracurricular activity."
Chad whimpered as he saw Joe pull a roll of silvery duct tape out of his briefcase. What was Joe going to do with that? To just to make sure he got the result that he desired, Chad let out a string of muffled expletives. He watched as Joe ripped off a piece of tape. Good, it was working. Now he put on his pleading puppy dog eye look, whimpering through the bandanna. Joe leaned over him and smoothed the tape over Chad’s gagged mouth. "There, that’s much better. I like you that way, Chad."
"MMOOHHHNNNOOOO. MMMPLLEEZZZLEEMGGOO. MMWHATCHAMDOINGMTHAT?"
Chad stared as Joe pulled another bandanna out of his briefcase. Was he going to reinforce the gag? Joe lips twitched as he looked down at Chad. "Well, what do you think about that? The American jock stud has already got a hard on. I think things will be a lot more fun if you can’t see what I’m doing. Don’t you agree, Chad?"
"MMNNOOO. GGGMMUMMWOODNT. MMMOHH!!!"
Chad moaned as Joe pulled him upright and wrapped the bandanna around his eyes. Gosh, but this was hot. Chad hadn’t been blindfolded the last time! It added a whole new dimension to his situation. Now he really was helpless!! What would Joe do to him next?
"MMMPHH!" Chad grunted as Joe XXXX him onto his side. Chad was excruciatingly aware of his hard cock. Surely Joe wasn’t going to tie him up, gag him and blindfold without paying attention to him down there. Chad wiggled his hips, trying to draw Joe’s attention to the uncomfortable situation down below.
"MMAGGGHHH!! MMMEEEHHEEEHEEE! MMMNOOOO! GGMOHSTOP!" Chad moaned, and screamed, and begged through his gagged mouth as Joe attacked the soles of his feet. And then moved up to the sensitive backs of his knees. And then to the even more sensitive insides of his thighs. His fingers seemed to be everywhere.
"You like that, Chad? I’ll bet that you’ll like this part even more. How does THAT feel?"
To Be Continued
Chad played by Mike
Photography By Caitiff
Date of Production: 02/07/2006
23 photos; 9:22 video
This time he does it hands free
Model: Andre
photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/20/2005
25 photos
It was tax day again as he did every tax day, Herman Lunke was busy with his paper work, hoping no one called him. The accounting office where he worked was always busy with last minute details. And the occasional disgruntled customer, of course. This time, Herman was so busy with his paperwork that he didn't notice the man who snuck into his office and closed the door behind him. Not until it was too late. One good sucker punch and Herman was out like a light.
When Herman came too, his head was aching. He tried to rub his sore cranium but he couldn't. His hands had been tied!
"Mmmmm!" Herman exclaimed, now noticing the layers of tape that covered his mouth. "Mmmmppphhh mmmnnn ffffhhhhmmmm!?"
" So you're awake. " A man said as he finished going through Herman's files. "Were you aXXXX when you did my taxes last year too?"
Herman didn't know what this man was talking about and his confused look must have shown. The man continued," I've waited all year to get back at you for fucking up my tax returns. you're little screw up cost me thousands of dollars and your firm didn't even apologize. Well, I got you by the balls now! I've down loaded all your files onto my hard drive and erased them from your computer. We'll see what kind of fun I have with this info!"
"Mmmmm!!!" Not his files! there was all sorts of sensitive information in those. Herman would be ruined! Herman struggled with all his strength against his bonds but to no avail.
"All right, now to finish you off!" the man said. Herman got a shiver when he heard that bit fortunately the man meant to simply tied Herman's feet together so he couldn't walk away. The man left, leaving Herman a helpless prisoner in his own office.
Herman had to get loose! There wasn't just tax returns on his computer, Herman had the Swiss bank accounts of a number of his wealthy clients. Herman bucked and twisted, trying to get some leverage or slack in the ropes that cut into his wrists and ankles. But after several minutes, all he had accomplished was to give himself a severe muscle cramp. Herman was also unsuccessful at crying out for help. The tape gag that covered his mouth made everything come out as a low moan.
Then Herman realized, his XXXX had left his computer on! If he could just get to it and type an e-mail or something, it might not be too late! Squirming like a snake, Herman inched toward the wall and then leaned against it to prop himself up. Once standing, Herman bunny hopped on his bound feet to his computer and sat down.
The e-mail program was still running. Since his hands were bound behind him, Herman carefully tapped out the words "Help I am tied up" on a message to Bill, the accountant next door. Bill's address was the only address he could get his computer to remember. Herman couldn't type out any other address with his nose. After several more minutes of maneuvering the mouse with his chin, Herman managed to finally send the message. It took only another minute for bill to respond with "help I am tied up too".
Great! Either Herman's XXXX was actually binding up every accountant in the building or Bill thought Herman was joking around. And while this was going on, Herman's files were getting farther and farther away!
Herman was just about tap out another message when someone came into his office.
"Mmmmm!" Herman pleaded desperately at the woman, obviously a client, who stood there gawking at him.
" Oh my God! What happened?"
"Mmmmm mmm mmmmpp mmm!" Herman tried to explain before remembering he was still gagged.
But the woman soon got over her shock and made no move to untie the poor captive accountant. "Well, I don't know exactly what's going on but since you're here and can't go anywhere...I want to complain about my returns. Were you aXXXX when you did these?"
The End
Herman played by Roy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 03/16/2002
35 photos; 13:59 video
After a long trying day of trying to be politically correct to everyone he worked for at the hospital, Steve returned to his apartment where his unhappiness meter jumped right off of the scale. The dirty dishes were still piled up in the sink! And the dirty clothes he'd been asking Paulie to wash for the last three days were now lying soggy and forgotten in the bottom of the washer instead of tumbling away in the dryer where they might get dry again sometime soon. Where the hell was Paulie?
It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that lazy Paulie was still lying in his bed and watching cartoons on the TV. Paulie looked up at Steve and smiled. “Hi Steve, how did work go today?”
Steven exploded. “I thought we had an agreement! When you quit your last job, you promised to stay home and take care of the apartment and do all of the housework.”
“Yea Steve, I’m getting around to it.”
“Getting around to it? Do you think I like busting my ass all day and trying to keep all of those idiots at work happy only to come home and find out that I still have to clean up after you?”
“Easy Steve,” Paulie cautioned. “Remember your blood pressure.”
“I'll show you blood pressure!” Steve pounced on Paulie and all too easily pinned his skinny roommate down on the bed. “You remember what I promised to do to you the last time you goofed off on me?”
“Oh no, Steve, please don’t tie me up!”
And then Paulie’s eyes widened as he saw Steve draw a long length of rope out of his pocket. Then Paulie tried to resist, but Steve spent his days lifting hospital patients while Paulie spent his days lifting the remote control for the TV, so he had no chance as Steve quickly fashioned the rope into a tight chest halter that drew Paulie’s tied hands together up behind his back. “Ow! That’s too tight!” Paulie tried to complain.
“No more words out of you!” Steve sXXXXped as he snatched one of Paulie’s dirty socks up off the floor and then tied it tightly between Paulie’s spread teeth.
Paulie was disappointed. He had left a perfectly clean bandanna out in plain sight for Steve to use for a gag. He didn't like the taste of dirty socks and he tried to tell Steve so, but Steve just pushed him back out onto the bed and then began wrapping more tight rope all around Paulie’s ankles.
“There, that ought to hold you for awhile!” Steve pronounced.
But Paulie just laughed at him.
“Oh, you think this is funny?”
Steve pounced on the helpless Paulie and dug his fingertips into his roommate’s skinny ribcage.
“Mmon’t…! Gon’t gickle gee-hee-hee…!” Paulie’s whole body shook with a torrent of giggles. But Steve kept right on tickling Paulie until his skinny friend had tears in his eyes and he was gasping for breath behind his soggy sock gag.
Then Steve let Paulie go. “Now I’m going out to wash those dirty dishes. And then I’m going to finish that laundry you were too lazy to finish. And then, if you're good, I might come back and turn you loose so that you can fix dinner.”
Steve stormed out of the room and never noticed the way that Paulie was smiling while he rubbed his bound body up against the firm mattress and rubbed his sock-parted lips up against his warm pillow.
Then Paulie had a fun idea. This time he would surprise Steve and be all untied before he came back. That would show him!
Paulie sat up and started worming his skinny wrists against the tight ropes and continued to smile as he imagined the surprised look Steve would have on his face. But then Paulie heard the door open. Steve was coming back already!
But then Paulie looked up and saw a strange rough-looking man towering over him. “Mmgour got geve?” Paulie mouthed into his gag. And then Paulie saw something awfully cold and cruel in the strange man’s eyes and he screamed “Mmmeeve…!”
A big hand clamped itself over Paulie’s mouth and then those cold eyes warned him to be quiet or else this man would make him quiet forever.
......
Steve couldn't stay angry with Paulie for long. Ever since he first found him shivering and starving at the bus station, there had been kind of a special feeling between the two of them, which didn't mean that Paulie couldn't get under his skin. The sexy young man had a knack for yanking Steve’s chain every now and then. Sometimes Steve thought Paulie did it deliberately just to get his blood pressure going. Or maybe his sexy friend had another reason for wanting Steve to tie him up now and then? Steve didn't know, but he was already to forgive and forget when he walked back into the bedroom.
“Hey, what happened to your clothes? I know you had clothes on when I tied you up. And where did that black tape come from?” Poor Steve was really puzzled.
Paulie started making big eyes at Steve and all kinds of weird soggy sock sounds started coming from behind the black tape covering his mouth.
“What is this charades?”
Paulie seemed to get more excited.
“Okay, I'll play. It’s one word and it rhymes with mmmun!”
Paulie’s head nodded up and down excitedly like he was trying to tell Steve something important.
“Game’s over, bright boy!” The startled Steve whipped his head around to see a great big XXXX being pointed at him and Paulie. The word was “XXXX” a voice said inside his stupid head. “All right, bright boy, start peeling. Let’s see what kind of underwear you're wearing.”
Steve’s heart sank down into his shoes as he looked over at Paulie and saw that his friend was so sorry that there were tears in his eyes.
“Today, bright boy!” the big ugly man growled at Steve.
Steve’s fingers began mechanically unfastening and pulling off his clothes while his eyes remained fixed on the black muzzle of the pistol being pointed at him like it was the swaying head of a King Cobra. Who was this guy? What did he want?
Then came the ropes and the awful taste of one of Paulie’s dirty socks being thumbed deep into Steve’s mouth. Steve didn't even think of resisting. There was no telling what this strange guy might do or where the bullets might fly if he ever started shooting. Steve stole a glance over at Paulie and sighed with relief to see that his young friend hadn't been harmed yet.
The big guy then grabbed Steve and pressed black tape over his sock-spread lips before he pushed him down onto the bed beside Paulie. “One sound out of you two and I promise my XXXX will make a lot of noise,” the ugly House Invader threatened.
Then the big guy grabbed Paulie’s TV set and took it out of the room.
A few moments later Steve heard the front door to his apartment open and the sound of a bunch of feet like the scurrying of rats coming inside his private world. After that the small apartment was filled with the sounds of doors and drawers being pulling open, dishes and other breakables crashing to the floor, and every now and then the whoop-whoop of one of the rats who found something good to steal.
Then Paulie rubbed his shoulder up against Steve’s shoulder and tried to apologize behind his juicy gag. Steve nodded his head. This wasn't any of Paulie’s fault. Then another crash of his good china brought Steve back to the present. There was no telling what these thieves might do before they left so he signaled with his eyes and grunts from his stuffed mouth. Paulie understood and moved his tied hands close to Steve’s.
Paulie was an old hand at this, but Steve hadn't been tied up since that one time at summer camp, so he followed Paulie’s lead as they tried to undo the tight knots. But this was a lot harder than it looked on TV and soon both roommates were breathing hard and sweating and stinking and no closer to being untied than when they started.
Then Steve happened to notice the size of the bulge in Paulie’s underpants and all at once it dawned on him. Paulie liked being tied up! Well the dumb so-and-so, why didn't he tell me? No wonder he had been going out of his way to piss Steve off lately. They always had such a good time making up afterwards.
Off in the distance, Steve could hear all of the rats scurrying out the door with all of their loot. They had probably taken every bit of good stuff Steve had. Then Steve finally heard the front door close with a bang and he sighed with relief. It might take him awhile to replace all of the stuff the rats had broken and taken, but they hadn't harmed the only thing that Steve really cared about. And Steve planned to tell Paulie just how much he cared about him – just as soon as he managed to get this awful-tasting sock out of his mouth.
Paulie Played by Cain
Steve played by Rod
Photography by Caitiff
Date Of Production: 01/02/2005
28 photos; 6:34 video
Model: Cliff
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 08/29/2009
28 photos
"MMMGNNOOOMMSTOOOPPP!"
He pulled down the knotted bandanna that he had tied between my teeth.
"Are you going to make that call now, pork chop?"
"Yes, yes, but please stop it, I can't take any more."
I promised myself that I would be strong, and wouldn't give way, no matter what threats he made. But when he pulled off my shoes and started tickling my feet, I couldn't hold out for long. With my hands tied behind my back, I was helpless to fend him off, and the gag in my mouth prevented my neighbors from hearing my shrieks. I had jerked and squirmed and tried to escape, but he just sat on me and tickled and tickled and tickled until I thought that I would have a heart attack. Finally I broke down.
He held something to my head as he dialed Frank's number with his other hand.
"Remember, pork chop, no funny business. Don't try to warn him, or you'll regret it, and so will he!"
I followed the instructions that he gave me. I told Frank to bring over the documents that we had purloined. I wanted to go over them with him again. Frank didn't suspect a thing, and agreed to come over in half an hour.
"There, Pork Chop, that wasn't so hard was it?"
"Please, just... MMMMPHHGGGLUMM." He pulled the bandanna up from around my neck and stuffed it back in my mouth.
"We have a little time before Frankie gets here... what do you say to us having a little fun?" He slid his hands up under my t-shirt and ...
The big boy had caved like a house of cards once I had his shoes off. The object was just for show. I had no intention of using it. I had never been one for violence and certainly didn't want to break his fingers and pull out his fingernails, even though I had threatened to do so. I found that few people could withstand a prolonged period of tickling, and Pork Chop was no exception to the rule. Besides, he seemed to like being tied up and gagged. I noticed a bulge in his jeans that hadn't been there when I first confronted him. I wasn't averse to mixing business with pleasure, and once the phone call had been made, I decided to have a little fun with Pork Chop. He responded the way that I thought he would. Things were just getting really interesting when I heard a XXXX at the door. Time to get back to work.
"MMMMGMPLSOPMM!" The guy with the XXXX was doing terrible things to me. I struggled and moaned, trying to beg him to stop, but to no avail. Just when things were reaching a peak, when I thought that the torture I was undergoing would cause me to explode, Frank XXXX on the door. The thug with the XXXX hastily rearranged my clothing, and holding the XXXX to my head, whispered "Not a peep, out of you Pork Chop, or you and your fellow bozo will be dead meat." He pushed me into a corner, hidden from view, and stood behind the door. As he turned the handle, I wanted to yell out, to make some noise to warn Frank, but the bad man had such a big XXXX, and I didn't want him to pull out my fingernails!
Boink! I shuddered with sympathy as Frank went down like a fallen tree. OUCH! That XXXX butt to the head must have hurt a lot. Poor Frank. He just lay on the floor and moaned. The bad man pulled him further into my apartment, and in two shakes of a lambs tail he had Frank all trussed up and gagged. As Frank came to, he was dragged to his feet, and pulled over next to me.
"What a couple of chumps you two are. Why don't you take a load off your feet?"
Thump. Both Frank and I were rudely pushed to floor. While the thug who had done such bad things to me picked up the folder with the documents that we had liberated, and went over to my desk to peruse them, Frank and I started wriggling around on the floor; squirming and struggling, trying to get free.
"MGMTURNMMROUN"
"MNNTHISMMWAY"
"MNOTHISMMWAY!" Frank just wouldn't listen; he always knew best. It had to be his way or nothing. As I turned around to work at his ropes, we were rudely interrupted.
"You guys want to get closer to each other? Fine, closer you'll be." He jerked us up to our knees, and XXXX us to face one another. OUCH! He pulled rope around us, so tight, tying us to together. This was awkward. Tied face to face with Frank, all of the terrible things that the bad man had done to me came flooding back into my mind. Tied so tight to Frank, I could feel something growing in my jeans. Sniff, sniff. Umm, he smelled nice. This wasn't too bad. I struggled a little more vigorously, and so did Frank. Hmmm, this felt pretty good. I wiggled some more, rubbing and pressing against Frank in my efforts to get free. Frank struggled right back. He started grunting in a most unusual way. I could see his face getting all red, and could feel something pressing against me. Frank had something growing in his jeans, too!
All the papers were there. The boss would be proud of me. I looked over at the two clowns who had tried to rip us off. They were having far too good a time. I wouldn't have liked to join in the fun, but time is money! I had to make sure that they stayed put for a while. I had a plane to catch. Once I was in the air, it didn't matter if they got free. I hated to break up their little party, but I needed to put them out of commission for a few hours, and the rope holding them together didn't look tight enough. And besides, crime shouldn't pay! At least not theirs. For me and the boss, it was a different matter.
My head was pulled off Frank's shoulder abruptly.
"OK, boys, sorry to interrupt your fun, but it's time for me to roll, and I think you two would be a little more comfortable in a different position."
What did he mean? We were soon to find out. He untied the ropes that were holding us together, and XXXX us to turn around. I felt something hard and cold press into the back of my neck. Oh no! He was going to shoot us. I closed my eyes tight. This wasn't fair! First he rips off the papers that were going to make us rich, and now..he interrupts us at a crucial moment. I waited for a bullet in the back of my head to end it all. Instead, I felt a hand pushing me down to the floor. Before I could do anything, I was trussed up like a pig going to market. OWWW! This hurt. There was a thump next to me. Frank was next, hogtied.
"Bye boys, have fun! Remember, it isn't nice to steal!"
The End
Pork Chop played by Kent
Frank played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/13/2007
30 photos; 2:48 video
“That’s right, Buddy, you're doing fine. Just keep following my voice now.”
Buddy didn't like this, but he had to obey and he had to keep following that strange voice through the darkness behind his blindfold. Buddy was very scared. He was scared that he might bump into something that would hurt in the dark. And he was very scared because he didn't know where the strange voice was taking him. And he was very scared because he didn't know what was going to happen to him when he got there.
Buddy had returned to his dorm room after a long day of classes to find a paper bag and a note waiting for him. The note was from the Delphi Fraternity. It was time for Pledge Buddy to be tested by his Frat Brothers so he had to follow the directions in the note exactly. Buddy had opened the bag to find a wrestling singlet that seemed too small for him along with a folded green bandanna and a folded blue bandanna.
At first Buddy had been a little excited as he followed the directions and took off all of his clothes and then squeezed his body into the thin singlet. But then he began to get nervous as he sat down on his bed and tied the blue bandanna tightly between his lips. Buddy had never been gagged before and the cloth felt kind of strange as it filled up his mouth and pressed against his tongue. And then his pulse rate really went up when he tied the softly folded green bandanna as a blindfold over his eyes.
Then he sat quietly in the darkness until he finally heard the door to his room open and the sound of strange footsteps coming toward him. “Do not resist us Pledge,” a strange voice said in the darkness. So Buddy didn't resist as he felt his hands being taken in other hands, and then he felt coils of rope being wrapped tighter and tighter around his wrists. And then the strange voice said “Rise and follow me.”
Buddy had followed the strange voice through the darkness for what seemed like a whole hour and now he had absolutely no idea of where was when the voice finally told him to stop. And then Buddy had felt hands, lots of hands, touching his body all over as he was turned this way and that while several strange voices murmured to each other. Why were they doing this?
Then those strange hands took hold of Buddy’s wrists and Buddy could feel busy fingers adding more rope to the coils around his wrists. And then Buddy heard a weird whirring sound and then he felt his bound hands being pulled up higher and higher over his head until Buddy had to stand up on his tiptoes. Then strange hands began touching Buddy’s body all over again, even in places that made Buddy blush. Buddy shook his head from side to side and begged into his gag for them not to touch him like that, but they just laughed at him.
Suddenly the blindfold bandanna was ripped off of Buddy’s eyes. Buddy blinked at the bright light in the room. And then he was able to see four hooded figures hovering around him. Buddy couldn't see there faces so he didn't know who they were, but the tallest one pointed a long finger at Buddy and said “Don't go anywhere.” Then all of the other Hoods laughed as they all went out of the room.
Left all alone, Buddy could feel the sweat starting to drip down from his armpits and then a burning ache began in his shoulders and the small of his back while his arms continued to reach high up over his head. And then the sweat and the pain grew worse and worse until Buddy was really happy to see the four Hoods come back into the room.
Buddy whimpered and nodded his head gratefully when two of the Hoods lowered his arms and then untied his hands. And so he didn't even think of resisting while they pulled his arms behind his back and tied his hands again before they pushed him down to kneel on the floor.
“You belong to us now Pledge and we will do with you what we want,” the tall Hood said.
Then all four of the Hoods gathered around Buddy and began petting his hair and touching his skin and rubbing their hands all over the thin singlet cloth that was covering Buddy’s body. Buddy didn't like this, but the more he resisted, the rougher those hands became with his body. And then something unexpected happened to Buddy. His body began to get warm and tingly all over and it began to respond to those touching hands until Buddy was rubbing his body up against those hands as much as they were rubbing up against him. All four of the Hoods laughed in an evil way.
This scared Buddy and he tried to crawl away, but the cruel hands held him tight while they used more rope to bind his ankles together, and then even more rope to tie Buddy’s bound wrists to his bound ankles so that he was completely helpless, and then they pushed him down onto the hard floor.
Buddy moaned into his soggy gag and tried to wiggle away, but then the four Hoods knelt on the floor all around him and their teasing hands changed their tactics. Now they began to spank Buddy hard and soft all over, with the harder spanks coming each time he resisted their will, and the softer spanks coming each time that he obeyed their commands.
Then they made Buddy roll all around on the floor and rub his cruelly bound body up against the soft carpet until poor Buddy felt his nipples getting hard and a growing stiffness inside the thin cloth of the singlet. And soon that unprotected stiffness was being pinched and squeezed so much by the hard floor that there were tears in his eyes and he was softly whimpering into his gag.
The Hoods thought this was amusing and soon they were skinning the singlet down off of Buddy’s flushed body and exposing more and more of his tingling parts while their cruel fingers continued to tease and please him until Buddy was feeling very confused.
And then the tall Hood announced; “Now you will give up your cream.”
Buddy gasped in shock. They couldn't really expect him to do something like that – in front of everybody! Buddy shook his head from side to side and protested as loud as he could into his gag, but the Hoods just laughed at him as they pulled down his singlet to unveil just how big Buddy had become.
And then there was nothing Buddy could do to stop those strong fingers as they wrapped themselves around him, and nothing he could do to avoid the way they were slowly stroking him, and nothing he could do to stop his disobedient body from thrusting itself faster and harder inside of that strange hand. And all at once it was too much.
Buddy threw his head back, arched his back and then screamed into the soggy cloth that was stopping up his mouth while he felt his hot pistol shooting again and again and again.
Finally Buddy could shoot no more and he sighed heavily into his gag.
“That was very well done Buddy,” the tall Hood told him. “You have passed your first test. Now you are ready to move on to the next level.”
The next level, Buddy wondered while the blindfold bandanna was again tied over his eyes. What would the next level be like?
THE END
Buddy played by Stan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 12/20/2005
32 photos; 4:33 video
"OK, Sparky, turn around!"
Doug was grabbed roughly and spun around, the ropes binding his wrists digging in painfully. His whole body felt hot, flushed with a
combination of fear and embarrassment. The wad of cloth that had been shoved in his mouth and covered with three strips of tight duct tape ruled out any intelligent conversation with the two men who were methodically tying him up. They worked quickly, as though they were in a hurry, and Doug was amazed at how the knotted ropes quickly clung to his naked body and made him helpless. He froze as one of the intruders looped rope around his exposed privates and handled his hardware as nonchalantly as he had tied his wrists. Doug felt humiliated, standing nude and helpless in front of two strangers. He willed his cock to stay soft as it was manipulated roughly with the rope being looped and tightened around his ball sac and the base of his shaft, then pulled taut around his thighs and waist and fastened in back. He would have died of embarrassment right on the spot if he had popped wood in front of his captors.
As the two men continued binding him, Doug glanced at the clock on the wall. Just fifteen minutes had passed since he had slipped his key into his apartment door, exhausted from a hard day at work and just looking forward to crashing on the couch and catching the latest episode of "24". As he stepped through the door, an arm had circled his throat, and a hand had clamped down over his mouth.
Doug had instinctively struggled, reaching up and trying to pull the arm from around his throat and grunting against the hand that covered his
mouth, until he saw another figure emerge from the shadows pointing a pistol at him.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut, and put your hands up", the XXXXman ordered.
Doug had swallowed hard as the hand was removed from his mouth.
"What...who....gummmpppphhhh!!!"
Before he'd even gotten a sentence out, a thick, balled-up cloth had been stuffed into his mouth. He stood still and watched as the second guy pulled strips off a wide roll of duct tape and plastered them over his mouth, roughly sealing in the gag.
"OK, buddy, strip...all the way."
Doug was in shock, but this order penetrated his racing brain. With the XXXX pointed at his chest, he knew he had no choice, so he unzipped his
North Face jacket and dropped it onto the floor. After pulling off his Nikes, and shucking his pullover and jeans, he was down to his black CK bikini briefs
"I said all the way, numbnuts!"
Doug was proud of his body, and often wore tight-fitting shirts and jeans to show it off, but this was different. He mewled into his gag, but the steely-eyed stares of his two captors didn't waver. He slid his fingers into his waistband and pulled the tight briefs down to his thighs, exposing his impressive manhood to the eyes of his captors. As soon as he stepped out of them, he was grabbed again and his muscular arms were wrenched behind his back and quickly bound at the wrists.
Doug's mind sXXXXped back to the present and he moaned loudly as the ropes around his dick and balls were cinched snugly. At the same time, more rope was pulled tightly around his broad, meaty pecs, the pressure of the bindings causing his nipples to harden.
As soon as the knots were all tied, the one with the XXXX spoke.
"Pick the fucker up and put him in bed. Make sure he's hogtied."
Doug was immediately hoisted over the other guy's shoulder, his bound balls and cock mashing against his muscular chest.
He was carried into his bedroom and unceremoniously dumped onto his bed.
"Cross your ankles."
Doug did as he was told, and his ankles were soon as tightly roped as his upper torso and hands. He was pushed onto his side as the captor worked a rope from the bundle binding his feet up through his exposed ass crack, and fastened it to his wrists, pulling his body into an
arched hogtie. After double-checking all the knots, and adding one more strip of tape to his gag, the man left Doug alone.
Doug immediately began to struggle in his bonds. His knees hadn't been tied together, so he was able to move around slightly. However, any movement he tried was rewarded with a sharp tug of the rope around his jewels, which Doug now realized was the reason for binding them off. Frustrated, Doug lay still, a bound mass of helpless muscle, and waited for what came next. He hoped that they would leave after burglarizing his place, but after about an hour, his hopes were dashed. The bedroom door opened, and the two intruders entered. Doug's eyes widened over his gag...they were both naked
MMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!!!
The End
Doug played by Antonio
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 10/17/2005
48 photos; 8:03 video
“Are we all nice and comfortable now?” Professor Gigglehaus chuckled.
Greco nodded his head up and down and made agreeable sounds, but Kevin shook his head from side to side and tried to protest past the layers of tape that were covering his tender lips. All of a sudden poor Kevin had an unbearable itch on his nose, but there was no way that he could scratch it with his hands taped together behind his back the way they were now.
Greco made some “Come on” sounds behind his layers of tape and encouraged Kevin to cooperate with the nice Professor. After all, it was all Kevin’s fault that they were here. The truth was that lately Kevin’s bad behavior had gone way beyond frisky. In fact there didn't seem to be any way that Greco could keep his horny young friend satisfied. Then he heard about Professor Gigglehaus’s new Abstinence Program. Maybe the nice Professor could help to calm Kevin down a little.
“Now we just have to add a little more tape to your bodies,” the Professor said pleasantly while his busy fingers started wrapping lots of the sticky tape tightly around Kevin’s thighs and ankles. “I want you to think of this tape as a good friend who wants to hold you tight and help you to stop doing all of those bad things that you want to do.”
What bad things? Kevin wanted to know. He had been very good to Greco and even Greco had to admit that Kevin had really learned how to please him. It wasn't Kevin’s fault that he was still so young and so horny all of the time or that Greco was always so tired from working to support both of them.
“Now we call this the adjustment process,” Professor Gigglehaus explained as he finished taping up Greco just as snugly as he had taped Kevin. “I'm going to leave the two of you alone for a little while now. I want you to use this time to get used to not being able to touch one another. Try thinking pleasant thoughts like palm trees gently basking in the sun, quiet sandy beaches and sea smells and the foamy waves lapping at the warm sand.”
Kevin tried, but not one of his thoughts was gentle right now. And he was also starting to get very suspicious of this so-called Professor. But Professor Gigglehaus just smiled pleasantly and went out and closed the door, leaving the two friends all alone.
Kevin and Greco couldn't see the Professor as he hurried into his soundproofed control room and turned on all of his monitors and speakers so that he could enjoy the show with a nice bucket of buttered popcorn.
First Kevin moved close to Greco and made little begging sounds behind his taped lips in the hope that Greco would help untie him. But Greco shook his head. They were going to go through with this.
Then Kevin managed to get up on his feet and started moving toward the door. Greco stood up as well and tried to block the young man’s path. But as soon as their two bodies touched, Greco’s hunger for his young friend came back in a rush. Why did Kevin always get to him this way? Then Kevin started rubbing his body up against Greco’s body and began making little whimpering noises like a puppy.
Professor Gigglehaus chuckled like a happy maniac when he saw Greco giving in to Kevin’s whimpers and he started a timer on his desk. He was always curious to see how long it took his subjects to get loose.
Greco tried to get his fingers on the tightly-wrapped tape that was around Kevin’s wrists, but he lost his balance and toppled over onto the floor. Kevin quickly knelt down and then stretched out beside him. The object was to get their fingers on the layers of tape, but they couldn't help rubbing their bodies together.
And very soon, just like rubbing two sticks together to make a fire, both friends were getting very hot. Over and over they rolled on the hard floor, and each of them struggled and strained and began to sweat. And then they discovered a new problem.
“Yes! Yes!” Professor Gigglehaus shrieked into the soundproofing as he saw the trousers on each of his two subjects coming undone and then slowly slipping down to expose more and more of their begging flesh. The Professor palmed another handful of the butter-slick popcorn into his mouth and moved closer to his monitors. He didn't want to miss a thing now.
By this time Greco had completely lost control of the situation and he didn't care that he was just as hot and just as desperate as Kevin was. Then he felt Kevin’s heat slipping into his hand and he heard the heavy sigh escaping from Kevin’s nose. Greco couldn't hold back any longer so he closed his fingers around that stiff heat and tried to guide it to where he wanted it to go. And soon Kevin was panting loudly and thrusting with his hips as he tried his best to please his best friend.
And unknown to either of them a very pleased Professor Gigglehaus was making a note in his files to ask Greco about the nice summer camp portion of his new research program. The Professor had a very nice farm and a trained staff that would be more than happy to spend a couple of weeks with Greco’s frisky calf and to turn his Kevin into a nice creamy cow. Someone like Kevin would be sure to give them lots of cream every day.
THE END
Kevin played by Patrick
Greco played by John
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 11/23/2005
26 photos; 4:35 video
Model: Connor
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/29/2010
17 photos; 5:00 video
Model: Jeff
Photography by Kevin
Date of Production: 12/27/2008
23 photos; 8:43 video
“Don't you know who I am? You can't do this to me!”
“Yea Geordi, we know who you are, and thanks to your big mouth we who your friends are, and all of the big deals you've been involved in lately, and so does everybody else. That’s why you're here,” an exasperated Red told him.
The man called Geordi had been yelling and screaming ever since Red and Logan had picked him up from the junkyard where he worked. Now Red and Logan each had a whole list of unkind things that they wanted to do to Geordi, but the Boss didn't want the low-level enforcer hurt—yet.
“You guys are going to be in so much trouble! You just wait until I get my hands on you! You know what I do for a living?” Geordi continued to rant while he pulled and struggled against the ropes holding him in the chair.
Finally Red had enough. He grabbed a big old rag from the rag pile and moved toward Geordi.
“What are you going to do with that? You'd better stay away from me!”
Red grabbed a handful of Geordi’s thinning hair and yanked his head back. Then he used three fingers of his other hand to stuff the thickest part of the rag deep into the squirming Geordi’s mouth. Then he tied the two ends of the rag as tight as he could behind Geordi’s neck.
Geordi didn't like that at all so he began tossing his head like a mad dog and tried to push the rag out of his mouth with his tongue.
Logan, who was just as fed up with Geordi’s antics as Red was, slapped Geordi hard across the head, stunning the big man.
“Don't you get the picture Geordi?” Logan asked as he pulled a wide strip of duct tape loose on the roll. “We don't want to hear it any more!” Then he wrapped the big roll of duct tape around and around Geordi’s head and over his rag-stuffed mouth again and again until poor Geordi was starting to turn red. Then he sealed the end of the tape to Geordi’s face and slapped him again. “Now be quiet!”
Geordi stopped talking, but he was still huffing and puffing through his nose while his beady eyes looked up at Logan and Red and threatened the two men as much as he could.
But Logan and Red ignored those beady eyes as they went into a huddle together.
Geordi kept huffing and puffing while he watched the two men and tried to guess what they were going to do next.
Then the huddle broke up and Red and Logan approached Geordi with more ropes.
Geordi looked at the ropes coming toward him and his eyes got really big and he started shaking his head from side to side and began making begging noises behind the big mouthful of rag. He didn't want to be tied up any more.
Red and Logan smiled. They had finally found something Geordi didn't like. So they each delighted in tying their portion of the ropes tighter and tighter around Geordi’s helpless body until Red saw tears coming into Geordi’s eyes.
“Okay Geordi, we got to make a phone call. You stay put and try not to get yourself in any more trouble,” Red told him.
Geordi watched until Red and Logan had gone out of the house to use the pay phone across the street. Then fear became his driver as he twisted and struggled in the chair. He had to get out of here! He knew who Red and Logan were. They were the guys the Boss called when he wanted a problem to go away, and Geordi didn't want to go away.
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he twisted, and he strained, but the tightly-tied ropes still held him bound to the hard chair. He had to calm down. He had to use his head. So he tried to ignore the way the old rag was swelling up bigger and bigger inside his mouth while he stretched his fingers to work on just one knot.
Just one knot; that was the way to do it. First one knot, and then another knot, and then he would be able to get out of here.
But long before Geordi could work the first knot loose, he heard the sound of laughter coming toward him, and then he looked up to see Red and Logan coming into the room.
“We've got really good news for you Geordi!” Red smiled.
“Yea, the Boss decided that he didn't want you put into a big block of cement or drowned in the river.”
“No he’s such a good-hearted guy that he is going to let you participate in our foreign exchange program. Isn't that good news?”
Geordi sighed with relief. He knew that the Boss really liked him.
“Yea, you see,” Red said real confidentially. “What we do is to put you into one of those old cars, and then we sell you to some gusy overseas .”
“And then,” Logan laughed. “We get to trade you for two tons of nice molasses.”
“You should be honored Geordi, the price of molasses is really high these days. ”
Geordi felt sick to his stomach.
“Should we untie his first?” Logan asked.
“Nah,” Red decided. “Let’s just take him chair and all. Those old cars have pretty big trunks. He should only be in there a week or two anyway.”
THE END
Geordi played by Todd
Photography by Caitiff
Date Of Production: 12/13/2005
30 photos; 18:26 video
Model: Troy
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 09/10/2004
21 photos; 4:47 video
The project today class is an experiment in the distribution of XXXX: or how to make a ROPE MUMMY!
Brandon bucked in his ropes, tied to the chair. He muffled gagged sounds only increased as the mad man went to a dry-ease board and started to draw the physics of the experiment’s solution:
· To completely control the victim, one must concentrate all XXXX in the rope
· The rope must be uniform and consistently tight
· The victim must be made immobile
· Any XXXX the victim puts against one part of the rope will be distributed to all parts of the rope and maximize the greatest terror. F=MA or Terror=struggle by way of neck!
Brandon’s wide eye’s pleaded with his captor. He watched as he produced several coils of half inch plastic rope, and a role of duct tape. He knew he was in deep shit…. He was working for the local paper, the INDEPENDENT, and his new boss had invited him for a few beers. He drank one, got groggy, and fell to the floor. When he awoke, he found him self, bound and gagged, ropes around his writs and torso. He tried to get free, but the boss had returned, and shoved him into a chair. Now, helpless, he listened to the mad-man’s ravings:
So the method used to rope mummify you will be as follows.
· First, I will cut your pant’s legs to expose your skin from your things down, and remove your shoes and socks. The ropes must be on your skin. I will roll up the sleeves of your shirt also to bare your arms. (Brandon just stared in silence, the sweat pouring down his brow).
· To your wrists I will add the plastic rope, removing the close line. I will melt the knots with this BBQ lighter.
· Your wrists will be pulled up to your neck and tied off, knots again melted. (The mad man kept drawing his plan on a stick figure and Brandon began to beg in unintelligence noises).
· Your legs will be crossed and roped from the things to your feet in four or so levels, again with knots melted.
· Your body will be bent forward, your face to touch your ankles, and I will rope your entire body in that bent position, ending around your neck. All knots melted.
· Finally I will tape your eyes and mouth shut, and place you in that wooden crate there. It will be nailed shut, and I will address and leave if for a delivery pickup down by the old swamp.
Brandon started to buck like a madman but his boss just grabbed his neck. “Yes, little one, your are my prize experiment. I will make you a rope mummy. The ropes will be constricted tight around your entire body. Any movement you make against the ropes should transfer through them all, and finally around your neck, which will slowly XXXX you. I suggest you get out all your energy now.”
He left Brandon. Brandon fought against the ropes tying him until he was exhausted, his shirt soaked with sweat at his pits and pecs. The boss returned, holding a BBQ light in his hand.
Brandon tried to relax. The mad man moved to his shirt cuff, and unbuttoned it. He slowly began to roll up his sleeves. Next, he took a scissors, and went down to the cuff of his pants legs. Brandon made a desperate low moan, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO as the cutting began. He eyes focused on the dry ease board, and the stick figures and the equations, and the experiment, ROPE MUMMY: Q.E.D.
The End
Brandon played by Logan
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 07/05/2006
35 photos
“What’s the matter Jerry? Don’t tell me you're afraid of a few ropes, a great big baseball player like you.”
“No,” Jerry said way back in his throat while his worried eyes looked at the coils of soft cotton clothesline his roommate Greg was holding. How did he get himself into these things?
At first, Jerry thought Greg was joking. They had both been telling stories about the crazy things they had done as kids and maybe Jerry had shown off too much by telling Greg what a great escape artist he had been at summer camp. It had been kind of fun back then to let the other boys tie him up and then watch their amazed faces when he escaped so easily from their poorly tied ropes. But now Greg was taking him seriously.
“Here’s the deal,” Greg was smiling at Jerry as he moved closer to him with his coils of rope. “You let me tie you up any way I want and I'll give you twenty minutes to make one of your famous escapes. If you can't do it, then you buy the beer this weekend, but if you escape we'll let you drink for free.”
“I don’t know Greg,” Jerry stalled for time. “I was just a kid then and—“
“What’s the matter? Are you chicken?”
Nobody had called Jerry a chicken since he wore romper clothes and the taunting way Greg was smiling at him made Jerry angry. “Go ahead! You probably can't even tie a square knot!”
Jerry let Greg sit him down on the floor and he didn't resist as Greg drew Jerry’s arms behind his back and then began wrapping clothesline around his crossed wrists. Jerry felt the soft coils of rope gripping him tighter and tighter and he only flinched a little when he felt Greg pulling his knots tight.
But then Greg reached his arms around Jerry’s head and Jerry was surprised to see that Greg was holding a knotted bandanna spread between his hands. Nobody had said anything about gags and Jerry made the mistake of opening his mouth to tell Greg that he didn't want that thing in his mouth. But Greg just chuckled as he thumbed the thick knot of cotton deep into Jerry’s mouth and then started pulling the two ends of folded cloth back behind Jerry’s neck.
“We don’t want no heckling from the peanut gallery,” Greg told him as he tied the two ends of the bandanna tightly behind Jerry’s neck.
Jerry didn't like this; he didn't like it at all. That thick hard bandanna knot was crowding up against his tongue inside his small mouth and it hurt where the two ends of tied cloth were pulling back on the corners of his mouth. Then his stomach rolled over as Jerry suddenly hoped that the bandanna was a clean one and not one of Greg’s snot-rags.
But Greg didn't care; he was having too good a time as he grabbed Jerry’s ankles and then began wrapping another long length of the clothesline as tight as he could around Jerry’s bare skin. Then he cinched a final knot tight and stood up over Jerry.
“Go ahead, Escape Artist, let’s see you escape.”
Jerry began rolling around on the floor and trying to get his hands free. But clever Greg had tied Jerry’s wrists together in such a way that it was almost impossible for him to get his fingers on the tight knots.
Then Jerry bit down on the bandanna and tried to ignore the drool that was building up in his mouth while he tried twisting his wrists inside of the coils of rope and tried to get them to loosen up a little. It was working. The combination of Jerry’s twisting and the sweat that was building up on his arms were working together to make the tight coils of rope just a little looser. Now, if he could only
Oh no! Smiling Greg was standing over Jerry with another long length of clothesline in his hand. “Sorry Roomy, I think I made it too easy for you.”
Jerry protested into his drool-thickened gag that this wasn't fair, but there was nothing he could do to prevent Greg from wrapping that coil of rope around the back of Jerry’s knees and the back of Jerry’s neck until the young baseball player was being bent up in half and he could almost kiss his knees.
“Try working on that!” Greg laughed.
Jerry growled into the soggy cloth that was filling up his mouth now and made a promise to himself that he was really going to make Greg pay as soon as he got loose from this.
But then he realized that getting loose was not going to be so easy. Being bent over like this was putting a lot of pressure on his shoulders and Jerry could already feel sharp pains each time he tried to move his arms. More than that, being bent up double like this was putting a lot of pressure on Jerry’s abdomen so that it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe. Already he could feel himself getting dizzy.
And then he heard Greg laughing out loud. Jerry looked up from his cramped position to see Greg standing over him with yet another long length of the clothesline.
“I saw this in a book once and I can't wait to try it,” Greg told him.
Jerry shook his head from side to side and almost choked on the drool that he had to XXXX down his throat while he tried to tell Greg that he had already used too many ropes.
But Greg didn't seem to care about the way poor Jerry was mmphing and gagging. He was having too much fun as he began lashing his harsh rope tightly between Jerry’s ankles and his wrists to squeeze the baseball player’s body into an even tighter and smaller accordion.
This really hurt and Jerry was close to passing out from the lack of air he was able to breathe with his body in this position.
But then he looked up to see Greg’s grinning face hovering him. Then Greg’s big wrestling hand held Jerry tight by his forehead to hold his head still while his other big hand held a magic marker which he used to draw a big “L” on Jerry’s forehead.
“That’s an L for Loser,” Greg chortled. “Guess you're buying the beer!”
Poor Jerry mmphed into his gag and nodded his head as best as he could to tell Greg that he surrendered. Okay, he lost and he was going to buy the beer. Now he wanted Greg to turn him loose.
But Greg just laughed and laughed as he danced out of the room to tell everyone in the dorm about how he had made a fool out of Jerry.
And poor Jerry could only lie there in pain with his body tightly hugged by all of those ropes while a single tear began to run down his cheek.
THE END
Jerry played by Hunter
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2005
30 photos; 2:14 video
The Landscapers
By Caitiff
Dave Hanson was running late to work. His stupid alarm had failed to go off and then traffic had been unusually bad. Dave had barely been able to take a quick shower and then jump into a pair of jeans and his work shirt. It wasn't good to be late, especially when you're the boss. Dave knew he was going to get a major talking too by his partner and only other worker at H & L Landscaping, Mark Leeds. They were doing the lawns for their biggest clients yet, the Baumann family. The Baumann's were one of the wealthiest families in town and their house was like a small castle.
When Dave arrived at the shack behind Mark's house where H & L Landscaping was headquartered, however, Dave didn't get a chewing out by Mark. In fact, Mark had very little to say. That was probably due to the gag that covered his mouth! He was also shirt less, his hands and feet tightly bound.
"Mmmmpphhaaammmm!" Dave's blond haired business partner tried to warn him but it was too late. Dave feltan object against his back. In moments, the dark haired landscaper had his work shirt ripped off and was sitting beside Mark. Dave's hands were tied behind him and his feet also lashed with the rope. Then a bandanna was shoved into Dave's mouth and held in place by another rag tied over his face. Both men could only stare in fear as their assailants, two young and unkempt men, put on the stolen work shirts of their captives, shirts that had the H & L logo emblazoned on the back. They were soon joined by a third.
"Did it go all right?" asked the third man.
"Easy as pie. Just had to wait for one of them to show up. With these shirts, we'll have total access to that mansion. They'll never notice us casing the place."
One of the first two men replied. If they had been able to talk, Dave and Mark might have agreed. One of the impostors was dark haired like Dave was, the other blond like Mark. And the Baumann's had never actually seen either Mark or Dave up close. This was the first time they had been called to work on the Baumann's lawn.
"You watch these two while we got to work," the other impostor said to the third man as they loaded up the truck with landscaping equipment. "Having them get loose would mess up everything."
Both bound men could only watch helplessly as their truck was driven off by their impostors. But if the third man had promised to be an alert guard to his partners, he broke that promise by turning on the small t.v. in the shack and watching the game, his back to his captives.
Neither of the tied up landscapers thought they could get away with trying to hop away to the door or moving towards each other but they did struggle as much as they could without moving too much. Every so often, their guard turned around to give them a look over, then turned back to the game. They also gave each other nods of encouragement, all that they could with the gags covering each other's mouths.
Under different circumstances, Mark thought, this would have been kind of fun. His partner Dave was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. The guy looked great without his shirt off. With Dave's hands tied behind his back, his shoulders were arched, making his chest puff out. Little did Mark realize that Dave was giving him a few sideways glances on the sly as well. Despite their dangerous predicament, Dave couldn't help thinking how nice Mark looked tied and gagged and all the things he wanted to do to Mark's body if only he had his hands free.
At least both captives had the hope that since their impostors had tied them up instead of just shooting them, they would get out of this eventually. Even if it was a faint hope.
Unfortunatly, as they struggled to get free, both men had been stealing glances at each other in bondage that they hadn't noticed their guard noticing them.
"Seems you two have too much freedom." He said.
Both men soon found themselves tied up back to back. Their arms were tied together and duct tape replaced the bandanas as gags. Now one man couldn't move without getting resistance from the other.
"That should take care of you two. You both look pretty sweet."
Both Mark and David tested the ropes a little but knew that this time, they wouldn't be getting free. It was also even more frustrating then before because now, though they couldn't see each other, they could fell the other rubbing against them.
The third man then was about to go back to watching television when his partners arrived.
"How did it go?" He asked as the impostors.
"Beautifully! They never even noticed us coming into the house and taking the jewels. It was so easy." One of them said.
"Now we just got to blow this stupid town.", said the other.
" What about them?" the third man asked, nodding towards Mark and Dave, still both bound and gagged.
"Leave them. By the time they get free, we'll be long gone.", the first impostor said, eliciting a silent sigh of relief from both captive men.
So it was that while the robbers took their truck, the landscaping equipment, and probably their reputation as landscapers, at least Dave and Mark were able to live to tell the tale.
Of course, this time they knew they wouldn't get freed on their own and the skin to skin contact was beginning to make both men rather frustrated now that the danger had passed. Dave began to hold Mark's hands while Mark continued to rub himself against Dave's bare back. They couldn't even talk to each other because of the gags over their mouths.
Even though they couldn't speak, both Mark and Dave knew that when they did finally get untied, they would have a lot to talk about.
The End?
Dave played by Aaron
Mark played by Kent
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 06/13/2007
34 photos; 9:41 video
Continued from "Leashed"
It had been a week since Ben had been enslaved by Nate for a night, and he'd thought often about how he'd get his revenge. It was Friday night again, and Ben had just enjoyed a hot shower. As he stepped into the living room, he spotted his roommate stretched out on the sofa bed taking a pre-clubbing XXXX. Ben knew the time was right....Nate wouldn't be shaking his booty at the club tonight. Picking up his trusty pair of handcuffs, Ben quickly straddled his XXXX roomie. As he sXXXXped the cold steel around Nate's wrists, Nate woke up and immediately began to buck.
"Get off me, fucker!" he growled, as Ben pressed his knee down onto his sexy roomie's back.
"No way, dickwad! It's payback time, and as the old saying goes, 'Payback is a BEE-YATCH!'"
Nate cursed and struggled as he was cuffed, but Ben quickly picked up a length of rope and knotted it tightly around Nate's socked feet. Then he added a set of leather arm binders to the cuffs, totally immobilizing Nate's arms behind his back. After having some fun handgagging his buddy, a knotted bandanna gag completed Nate's bondage costume, and his muffled grunts were really turning Ben on. Before any fun, though, Nate would taste the whip that Ben had long fantasized using. He found his woven leather belt, doubled it up, and sXXXXped it a few times. Nate's eyes widened at the sound, and he began grunting in protest at his impending XXXX. Ben brought the leather down onto Nate's bubble butt....SWACK!...and Nate screamed into his gag.
"Don't be such a puss," Ben said, "Take it like a man, bitch!" SWACK!
Ben knew he wasn't really applying much XXXX, that it stung more than hurt, but he was enjoying the whole fantasy too much to stop. SWACK!! SWACK!!
Nate lay defeated, whimpering sexily. Ben couldn't help smiling, seeing his hot roommate dominated and defeated. He climbed onto the bed next to him, and stretched out comfortably, enjoying the sight of his bossy roommate bound, gagged and helpless. Nate made puppy-dog eyes at his captor, but Ben wasn't buying.
"Relax, buddy," he said to his captive, "I guarantee we'll have more fun than the club tonight!"
The End
Nate played by Sammy
Ben played by George
Date of Production: 01/17/2006
28 photos
My wife is such a prude. She never thinks outside of the box when it comes to the bedroom. She has no imagination. I’ve mentioned it to her time and time again. I do everything that she likes, the candles, soft music, massages, why can’t she do what I like? I wish she were more adventurous. It feels like I have this conversation with myself everyday. I just need to cool down, it’s been a long day at work and I just want to get home.
These were my famous last words to myself on the subject on that particular day. What occurred later silenced my complaining and pleading with her regarding the entire matter, literally. I walked in the house and the usual routine ensued. I kissed her hello and went upstairs to change clothing. I could smell the usual dinner of burnt meat and overcooked potatoes coming from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at the thought of another mundane evening. I’ve always loved her I just didn’t think after our wedding last year we would turn into an old married couple so soon. We were still young with no children and good jobs. We could do anything we wanted, but she had seemed to lose the sexual spark she had when we first started dating. I conceded to the fact that this was just married life.
I made my way to the kitchen to find it empty. I looked from room to room searching for her. I thought maybe she had stepped out to the store or to the mailbox, until her voiced yelled up to me from our basement. I made my way down the wooden stairs to find her standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a robe, my excitement stiffened me.
“You want me to be more adventurous”, she said coyly. “Well Jake you’re in for an adventure you will never forget”, she whispered. I couldn’t find the words to respond I was excited and fearful at the same time. “You are not to say one word Jake, you are to do what I say without question”, she yelled. “Becky what are you….” I tried to say. “Shut up Jake, just follow my direction”, she said. “Yes Ma’am”, I said harder than ever. On the futon she had laid out my old college wrestling uniform. It was what she always told me first attracted her to me. She would say she use to like watching my body stuffed into the small tight spandex singlet. She used to make me put it on in her college dorm room and trace her hand over every snug skintight spot. It used to drive me crazy.
I changed as instructed and waited for what was next. She walked to the tool drawer and produced a length of rope. I watched her intently. She proceeded to wrap the nylon snake around my chest and arms. My wrists were pulled together and knotted beyond escape, not that I wanted to escape. “Becky you are so awesome”, I exclaimed. “I warned you Jake, to keep quiet, now I’ll have to shut you up myself”, she whispered in my ear. With those words she gagged me tightly with a bandanna and pushed me onto the futon. I lay there helpless and at her mercy. She stood and stared with a craving in her eye I had not seen in a long time. It felt good to be desired again. She grabbed my dirty sweaty feet and XXXX them together. My ankles were tied tight. It was painful but well worth it. Then she did it. She traced her delicate hand over every part of me she reached into my crotch and exposed my throbbing penis. I struggled with excitement. Muffled grunts and moans escaped my gagged mouth. She caressed it gently. Then with an evil grin produced more rope and began to bind my shaft uXXXXologetically. This sensation was like nothing I felt before. As she completed immobilizing my most sensitive attribute she stood and marveled at her work. I grunted and moaned ready to explode. The ropes hugged me relentlessly. My jaw ached from the cloth that silenced me. “MMhhhppphhh”, I moaned. If this were not enough she played this game to the hilt. She removed her robe to reveal herself completely naked. “Jake”, she explained. “Once you free yourself you can do whatever you want to me”, she teased.”MMMMPPPPHHHHMMMMPPPPH”, I screamed. My baby was back. She went upstairs and closed the door. I struggled relentlessly. The ropes seemed to be an opponent tougher than I ever encountered in a wrest ling partner in college. Beads of sweat formed around my crotch and trickled down my thighs. My damp feet slid against themselves as I tried to grip them to loosen the rope on my ankle. Inaudible grunt struggled to break through the bandanna. After what seemed like an eternity the basement door swung open. Becky appeared before me still naked and with the same hunger in her eyes. “I see I did a good job tying you up baby”, she said. “Well I can’t wait any longer”, she growled. Then she was upon me. From this time forward everything changed. A couple a times a week I get home from work to find a new scenario cooked up in her deviant wonderful mind. I am the luckiest man in the world.
The End
Date of Production: 04/21/2008
33 photos
THREE O’CLOCK BELL
by SoftTouch
The first duty of a Top Sergeant is to take care of his Captain. Sometimes this might mean doing things that you won't find in the manual. Like today for instance, my Captain was off at Warrior School learning how to be a better warrior while Top Sergeant Graves was at the Captain’s house, waiting for the Captain’s son Billy to get home from school. The truth was I didn't mind. Ten-year old Billy was almost as smart as his Dad and his Dad was our Intelligence Officer so he had a way of keeping old Sergeant’s like me on their toes whether we were playing chess or computer games or ambushing each other in our paint-ball outfits.
So I was kind of looking forward to that three o'clock bell and Billy getting home from school while I did a little KP around the Captain’s kitchen. Soon Billy would be here and I was kind of smiling while I thought about the nice surprise I had planned for him. He’s never guess that I was going to—
My happy thought went right of my head when I turned around to see a big man with a stocking mask covering most of his ugly face. How in the world had he managed to get on the Base? And then I saw that he wasn't alone. There were three of them! None of them said anything as they grabbed me and began tying my hands behind my back.
I didn't say anything either. My mind was too busy racing as I tried to figure out what they were doing here, what they wanted, and how the hell I was going to get myself out of this mess? While I wondered they smeared my lips shut with several strips of heavy black tape. Then one of them pushed me down onto my knees and kind of sneered down at me.
“Do what you're told and you won't be hurt. All we want is the kid.”
Billy! They were after Billy! My eyes shot to the clock. It was already twenty to three! Anger surged through my body and I tried to lunge to my feet, but the big one slammed his fist into my gut, knocking the wind out of me. Then the other two grabbed me and stretched me out so that they could tie more ropes around my knees and ankles.
“That was stupid!” the big one was in my face. “We won't hurt the kid as long as his Daddy delivers the intelligence file we want.”
Did he really expect me to believe that? If my Captain had a file on these guys, they were dangerous, and dangerous people never keep their word.
“Now you stay here nice and quiet and don’t try to warn the kid. I wouldn't want either one of you getting hurt,” the big guy said with a crooked smile that told me that he would like nothing more than to hurt both me and Billy – a lot.
But you didn't get to be a Top Sergeant by taking foolish chances so I kind of nodded to him and XXXX my body to relax down on the floor were they'd put me. Then I watched as all three of them trooped into the living room to wait. That was their first mistake.
I looked up at the kitchen clock. It was ten to three already. In another ten minutes Billy would be walking home from school with no idea of what was waiting for him. I had to hurry, but I also had to be very quiet. I didn't want to do anything that might bring one of those three goons back into the kitchen. So first off I just tried wiggling my body around and tried to get my fingers on the ropes that were binding me. But that was no good. The goons had tied those ropes really tight and my fingers couldn't find any way to loosen them. I needed a knife!
That meant that I had to get to my feet and somehow make my way over to the kitchen sink. That was not as easy as it sounded. The ropes around my knees and ankles were holding my legs and feet really close together and they were tied so tight I was already losing circulation in my legs and I could feel pins and needles in my feet.
Little by little, I inched my body up into a standing position while my heart pounded and I tried to keep my balance. If I fell over the noise was sure to bring those goons back in here. Then I looked up at the clock. It was three o'clock already! Billy would be running out of the school right now
Inch by inch, my body made its way slowly over to the sink while my brain bullied me for being such a fool. Just last week I had read Billy the riot act because he had stopped off to see one of his friend’s new computer games without thinking to tell anyone where he was. Now I was wishing that he would find another friend to stay with and stay with him for a long, long time.
And then, just when I thought my luck had deserted me, my luck came back and smiled at me. A sharp steak knife had slipped into my hand. Now all I needed to do was to close my eyes and concentrate. Me and knives were very close friends and this knife didn't let me down now. In a matter of moments I had managed to cut my hands free. Then I hurried to cut through the rest of the ropes while I made my plan.
Three minutes later I was outside of the house to surprise Billy with a new game as I clamped my hand over his mouth and pulled him down into some bushes beside me while I pictured those three goons all sitting confidently in the living room waiting for their young XXXX victim to come home.
Two minutes after that the front door to Billy’s house opened and a squad of MPs rushed inside to tell those goons “Games over!”
THE END
The Sargeant played by Chris
Photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 04/20/2005